Idris had... slipped away? Gotten lost? Left him? A black mood settled over Matija, stormy as the evening that wrapped him. Sleet and thunder, what a combination. Left him. How fucking dare he? There's worry somewhere in Matija's chest, too. Worry that he wouldn't voice, but worry all the same. Lost or kidnapped? Had they been followed after all? Bitterness is easier than concern, so he'll let that bitterness take hold. Reach into his skull and rattle his brains. A wild animal, pacing its cage.

It's still his world. It's still his new start. Born and bred to codependency... it's dangerous for him to be alone out here. Dangerous for Matija to be unmoored. The sleet, the thunder, the trees-- he's all the things that go bump in the night out here. Casting a long shadow as he stalks aimlessly in the dim light, Mati stalks through the woods.

"Matija"

Ah, but he wasn't the only thing that went bump in the night out here. After leaving Elysium, Scylla had holed up in the springs, making a temporary home while she figured out what she might like to do now. Assuming that she was harmless due to her size was a mistake that many had made. It was a mistake that most wouldn't be able to make again. Bones a'plenty littered the continent with her name written all over them.

From her place upon a rocky shelf, hidden by the sulfurous steam, dual-toned eyes watched an approaching form coming from the woods. The slate and cream fae was silent, unmoving. Head rested upon her paws, she watched with mild interest and considered the paths that she could take. She could stay still and wait for him to leave or she could choose to interact. In the end, boredom won.

"Such a handsome face but such an angry expression. What troubles you, grey one?" Still she didn't move, opting to play a little game with him. She'd stay unmoving until he looked her in the eye.

"Scylla"

Steam rising up around him, a hulking figure in the mist. It rises up around his feet, around his shoulders. While it should relax him, Matija allows himself to be gripped by it instead. The bones littering this place should have been of interest, should have given him some indication he wasn't alone out here. Emotions too high to worry, though the mood that's taken hold is less than pleasant. Bitter, angry, and more adrift than he cared to admit.

A voice, through the thick mist. A siren's song, drawing him in. Matija's gaze is sharp as he scans the hot springs, drawing to his full height. Upright, ramrod straight-- muscles flexing, he's at his most handsome. Sweeping gaze finally lands on the woman in the low light, drawing closer to her.

She's small, though just how small was yet to be seen. He'd wandered into her domain, and he'd be stupid not to respect that. While he's a lot of things, stupid isn't one of them. Taking stock of her, gaze roving what he can trace of her, and finally landing on her eyes. While he considers the dangers and implications of spilling his guts to a stranger, maybe she's seen him? Matija sits on the fence for a moment.

"Have you seen a man that looks like a less handsome version of me? My brother's gone missing." Though he tries to look unbothered by it, he's anything but. There's no real mask here, he's not doing a good job concealing his feelings but when has he ever? Instead it's bitterness coloring his words, shades of the reasoning for his black mood laid bare.

"Matija"

The man drew ever closer and a grin pulled at Scylla's maw. He was handsome and his words brought a throaty chortle from the cobalt fae. "I haven't spied anyone nearly as handsome in quite some time," she purred back. Black and blue eyes watched his expression, attempting to gauge what this news might mean to him. He looked angry, irritated, yet each expression sat well on his beautiful grey features.

Scylla gave a long, languid stretch before sliding down from her perch. She approached the big brute, doing a little circle around him and not making the slightest bit of effort to hide that she was taking him all in. "Family is important to you, eh?" As she walked back towards the stone shelf, she allowed her long tail to snake along his shoulder. "It's important to me as well. If I see a less handsome you, I'll be sure to tell him that you're looking for him."

"Scylla Klein"

Her laugh is enchanting, a siren song drawing Matija closer. Head tilting from one side to the other, taking her in through the low light. Carefully taking her in, the poor news softened by the compliment. Really, a stroke to his ego helps him get by. "Seems they don't make men like us, around here." A rakish grin playing on his face, a twitch of his tail.

The woman comes closer, and Matija holds his ground. Not concerned, though he does lean in as she comes closer. She's smaller than he imagined up close, slinking as she moves. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here alone, in weather like this?" The sleet had been relentless, and showed no signs of stopping. At least it's warmer near the hot springs.

Matija allows her to circle him, following her with a steady gaze. Looking the little woman up and down appreciatively, following her with his eyes only. Letting her be in his blind spot without too much worry, confident and brassy under inspection. Matija has nothing to hide, after all.

"Matija"

He didn't bristle or bite as she came in close. Instead he seemed to thrive on their close proximity. She liked that quite a bit. Having circled him to take in the complete view, Scylla made her way back to the protective shelf of rock that shielded her from the elements, and boy were they coming down. It seemed as though the sleet and rain came down harder as soon as she entered the hole in the stone wall.

The brutes question posed and Scylla released a contemplative noise from her throat as she considered. "Anything my little heart desires," was what she went with. It was true, after all. Mismatched eyes remained on the man for a moment, watching him get pelted with little balls of icy rain. She then motioned him to come into the little sanctuary with her. It was spacious enough for two, but they would have to touch. What a pity.

"Scylla"